I 37 [F] provided unplanned entertainment for a bachelor party 40 [MMMMMMF] at a BDSM club

In most major cities around the world there is a club. There is a bouncer at the door, a line out front. ID check, cover charge, stamp on the inside left wrist. Most clubs are like that, and some even have a red velvet rope out front. Not here. Thick black velvet ropes stand guard by the door at this club, large gentlemen in tuxedos or black leather are the only ones who may touch these ropes. Invitation only.

This club specializes in bondage, the BDSM lifestyle, exhibitionism, all the naughty things your heart desires, but were perhaps too shy, too afraid. But aren’t you curious?

Many were here to dance. Most were here to view the open dungeon, blissfully aroused humans strapped with sloppy smiles to St. Andrew’s crosses or wooden horses, all manner of delights on display. Be open, be respectful, be free, you either have consent or you don’t, no cameras or phones allowed.

I was freshly single, 21 years old at the time, and oh boy was I excited. I’ve always been massively sex-positive. I’d experienced several adventurous episodes (check my post history in my profile for some of them if you’re curious), but not one quite so…public. So many people just out there enjoying themselves, and the only thing that would’ve made it weird is if YOU made it weird. I tugged on my friend Mariah’s arm (my guest for the evening), and entered the room.

Black leather, shiny latex, nipple pasties, scantily-clad men and women cage dancers. Bondage harnesses. For the first time in my life I saw pet play where a domme strapped into the tightest corset and the largest breasts I’d ever seen (I’m 36GG, and I was in awe of this woman!), walked an absolutely gorgeous man in cat ears (and little else) past us. She asked for a bowl and some milk from the bar, set it up on the floor between her feet, and bade her cat boy to lap up his milk. “Wow.” My mind was in overdrive. I never thought lapping up milk on all fours could be that…well…THAT.

Closer to the open dungeon, Master Adam kept an eye on things. As the “master” of the dungeon area, he ran a tight ship, constant cleanliness was key, anyone rude or disrespectful was gone with the slightest movement of his head towards the door. This was a safe place to learn, and also to be as sensual or depraved as you wanted to be.

I was very excited to be here. It was special because it was Mariah’s first time, and we’d dressed special to attend the evening’s festivities. I’d strapped my waist into a 26” shiny black corset over a red sheer lace camisole stretched tantalisingly over my 36GG breasts, “X marks the spot” pasties over my nipples. Barely there red lacy panties, and a sheer mini black ruffled skirt. Studded stocking tops sat all the way up my thighs connected to garters, connected to the belt under my skirt, tight patent leather bondage ankle boots with chrome spike heels and locks on the sides. Black arm bands and wrist cuffs, my hair pulled away from my face, it fell down my shoulders. Red nails, deeper red lips. Arousal hung in the air.

We spent a good deal of time drinking and chatting with other patrons, flirting a bit (as much as he would allow) with Master Adam, all while watching exciting and sexy play unfold in front of us. Every person there was either aroused and doing something about it, or they were about to…just…not…yet.

Mariah left me at our table to go to the bathroom, and though I offered to go with her (safety in numbers, you know), she very quickly indicated she’d be fine. I followed her line of sight and saw one of the very sexy ladies who had come in with us. She was dressed in hot pants, heels, and only suspenders covering her nipples. A big choker necklace with beads dangling between her cleavage. Mariah grinned, I told her to go have safe and sexy fun.

Now, I was left to my own devices. Clubs like this are the most fun if you have someone to play with, or at least you have someone to watch with. I didn’t want to leave, but I didn’t want to stay at the table. The air felt electrically charged, and I felt the terribly strong urge to “do something”. I walked by Master Adam and chatted with him a bit over the music. He said he’d noticed my friend was otherwise “occupied” and wondered if I’d like to “contribute to a good time”. I laughed and swatted his arm and called him a perv.

Master Adam put his arm around me and whispered in my ear, “I’m serious. We have a bachelor’s party in tonight. You’d be perfect.” My mind raced. “A bachelor’s party?”, I asked. “What would I be perfect for…oh…” Master Adam grinned. “These guys will love you, they’ve been looking at you all night. Remember, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You are in charge tonight, not them.”

I was nervous. I had not been in a position to be so overtly Dominant before. I had only been up to that point, in a strongly submissive relationship. My Daddy had made submission feel so good. SO good. He wanted me to always feel good when we were together, and even when we were apart. I felt encouraged, empowered. Inspired. I was going to make Daddy proud.

I looked over at the expectant party. They were roughly the same age, give or take five to ten years older. There were six of them, obviously wearing whatever black clothing they owned. Not regulars to this lifestyle…but still…they WANTED THIS.

They were going to GET IT.

Master Adam nodded to me encouragingly as if to say, “Go on, now…”

I sized up the party. I could tell who were groomsmen, and who the husband-to-be were right away, but I wanted to have fun. I had picked up a riding crop on my way into the dungeon space and I was pointing it at the first gentleman who was so startled he just about damn near dropped his drink.

I stalked up to him slowly, pressing my tits against his chest. “Is it you?” I purred. His whole body shook as I took his drink from him and set it on the table behind him. “Mmmm, no. Not you.”

I moved to the next man, wrapping around him from the back. “Is it you?” Shaking like a leaf…just like his buddy.

I was beginning to enjoy this new role.

This continued down the line, each man unsure and nervous, painfully aroused. They were noticeably twitching under their clothing. I could SEE it.

I was in control.

I spotted the husband to be. “It’s not any of the other boys…” my spike heels clacked loudly as I stalked him like prey. I pressed my crop against his very obviously erect cock, straining against his trousers.

“It. Must. Be. YOU.”

He whimpered audibly.

Yes. There he was…

I pushed him against a leather chair, and feeling bold, straddled him. I held his arms down and used the tension for leverage as I slowly brushed my pussy (only just covered in those barely there lace panties) against his cock, and his sharp hiss of breath intake made me grin.

I made like I was going to kiss him several times…oh boy though, always just out of reach. I got up and stepped back quickly. He looked dazed. He had no time to react.

Firmly, and with direct eye contact, I said, “Get up and take off your belt.”

His eyes were wide, he mindlessly obeyed and stood firmly upright like a good soldier. He obediently handed me his belt in a daze. “My belt, ma’am…” he said.

So, so obedient. So pleasing. I wondered if this was how yummy Daddy felt all the time. I hoped so.

I snatched the belt from him. “Now take off your trousers.” He gulped and hesitated.

I playfully touched around the valley of my 36GG cleavage.

“DO. IT.”

I brushed the crop against his lips and held his eyes firmly with mine.

“Don’t look at your friends, little boy. Do. As. You’re. TOLD.”

With that, he immediately took off his trousers, and they were then retrieved by one of his groomsmen, watching in awe.

I later learned this man was a United States Marine, he’d been the toughest in their unit, and here he was, under my crop, a quivering mess at my feet.

My crop still on his lips, I grinned lasciviously and applied pressure.

“Kneel”, I calmly ordered.

I applied the pressure to his lips with the crop all the way down as he got on his knees, arms useless behind him. I moved closer.

“Good boy.” I whispered. I lifted my opposite hand and slapped him across the face.

Before he could recover, I kissed him. HARD. Swallowing his whimper and open-eyed shock.

Releasing him, I folded his belt, and roughly stuck it in his mouth, securing his bite in the black leather.

“Don’t lose this now, keep it safe in your whorish little mouth for me. Now, follow…”

I was gripping him by his hair as I led him on his knees a short way to an open St. Andrew’s Cross that had been lowered to a recumbent position. I could tell he wasn’t used to this, and I, being much shorter than he was, bade him to rise, then pushed him in front of me.

He fell against the St. Andrew’s Cross, and was instructed to lay down on his back, arms and legs spread open on the big “X”.

I secured his wrists, chest, waist, calves, and ankles to the cross with the built in restraints, and walked right up to the closest point on the cross, between his legs. His erection was poking under my skirt through his boxer briefs, but not touching me…he strained for any friction my skirt would allow. His head back, just groaning…

“Are we comfortable?” I asked innocently.

He nodded vigorously, a muffled “Yes, ma’am.” leaking drool around the belt still firmly secure in his mouth. I gripped his thighs and raked my nails down them, his erection free from my skirt and I bent over (his buddies groaned as they took in the show of my barely covered panty-clad ass, and I began blowing cool air onto his cock through my pursed lips. I opened my mouth just a whisper from his cock where I knew he could feel the vibration of my words and said, “Good. Now, we begin.”

I walked around the cross until I was by his chest. Master Adam seemed to know what I wanted to do, I had seen this enough times watching others in this same position, and I was eager to try it on this man who looked so hard he was just near bursting, and couldn’t do anything about it.

Helpless, eager.

This big strong man held captive at my whim.

Begging and yearning for whatever would come next.

I couldn’t help how wet I was at the thought, and I was sure everyone could see the wet spot building on my panties.

It was such a different feeling being on this side, being dominant instead of submissive. I was envious for a moment of the straps that held him in place, but this was the Marine’s special night. I wasn’t going to let him forget it.

Master Adam provided me with a tray that held a leather cat o’ nine tails, a leather paddle, a pair of scissors, a sterilised wartenberg wheel, and some small red, white, and blue candles with a lighter.

I rubbed my hands all over this commanding and sexy helpless Marine’s chest and using the scissors, I snipped off each button.

Pop. Pop. Pop…they popped off and scattered on the floor below.

His shirt fell open. His chest rose and fell with each laboured breath.

I caressed and pinched his nipples through his undershirt, wet kisses to soothe the pain through the fabric. I felt dark. Possessed. Incredibly aroused myself, but this was different.

I picked up the scissors again. They were the kind emergency personnel use to cut your clothes off at the hospital.

I quickly snipped the Marine out of his undershirt, “Oh, lord!” He croaked through the belt in his mouth, his chest now bare.

He may have cum right there, whimpering softly, but he wasn’t going anywhere.

He wanted this.

He knew it.

He’d BEGGED.

Submitted.

To MY will.

Naturally, he should be rewarded.

I lowered the cross further to the floor so I could straddle him again. Standing over him, I put only the tiniest breath of pressure on his boxer brief-clad cock as I stood over him, letting it “only just” brush my ass, my pussy, but no further, no deeper, despite his desperate thrusts.

My aim in that moment? Soft little brushes like a paintbrush feathering light kisses over canvas. I caressed his chest with it, and dangled the leather cat ‘o nine tails over his face, neck, chest, and dragged it down further, circling his cock as I moved back.

He was noticeably shaking, I think subconsciously he was starting to move his hips again towards the leather strips just dangling over him, aching for pressure, for sensation.

Unforgivingly, I whipped around his thighs, just a hairs’ breath from his cock. His cried out in pleasure as I dragged the cat ‘o nine tails back up across his cock, chest, and across his face.

The tray at the ready, I laid a paddle across his lap, and reached for the wartenberg wheel. I ran it slowly across his stomach, up over his chest and across his nipples. Down his bound arms.

His moans were so loud at this point, he could barely stay still in his restraints. After a few “spicier” passes at his nipples, I gently rubbed them with my fingers, blowing cool air gently. Master Adam had appeared and provided me just then with some ice, and I alternated between the wheel and the ice for a little while.

I placed the wheel back on the tray. I walked around to the top of the Marine’s head, and lowered the cross slightly more. His eyes looked up at me wildly. Fear, excitement, brutal arousal.

I looked him in the eye and smirked, but also searching his eyes for consent. He nodded.

I straddled his face, feeling his nose against my panties, but there was nothing he could do. His mouth held a firm bite on his belt, he was otherwise restrained. Poor, poor boy.

With my pussy squarely over his face, I leaned down and retrieved the paddle from his lap.

I started using it to again slap at his thighs, and this time, I slapped his cock with it, his screams muffled by the belt and my wet pussy.

I could feel his breath on me.

I alternated with pressure, feeling empowered that every breath he took was a breath of my pussy.

I spied the candles on the tray. Keeping my pussy on the Marine’s face, I held the small candies in one hand and lit them. Red, white, and blue.

How festively fitting for our woefully out of uniform Marine.

I lit one candle in my left hand, and used it to light the remaining two in my right. Then in circular motions, allowed the wax to drip down and blaze trails all along his chest and stomach.

He moved every moment the wax stung and then cooled on his beautifully red bare chest. If he tried to speak at that moment it would’ve been pointless, my drenched pussy muffling his cries. The wet spot on his boxer briefs got bigger and bigger.

Emboldened, I grabbed firm hold of his cock as he hissed in a particularly rough sounding breath, and as if the last of his control was spent, he cried out in a guttural and needy moan as came right through his boxer briefs.

Most of cum had soaked through his boxer briefs and into my hand.

I stepped off his face, and could see what a slobbery mess he was now with that belt all chewed up and wet in his mouth. The rest of his face glistening with my pussy’s own wetness.

I showed him that I had his cum in my hand. His eyes widened as I brought my hand down and smeared his cum all over his face. I wiped the rest off on the remaining tatters of his shirt.

I stepped back to admire my handiwork.

His whole body was aflame, and he hadn’t been able to move once. He was still so incredibly turned on, helpless, a suddenly resurrected and stiff cock at attention.

As I contemplated what to do next, Master Adam appeared behind me. He wrapped one arm around my waist, and placed his other hand on my shoulder, and whispered in my ear, “That guy’s future bride has been watching the entire time.”

My shocked and widening eyes flew to where Master Adam was pointing. I hadn’t counted on the bride. Fuck! It was also the first time since this began that I had become aware of the crowd. So many people had been watching and enjoying themselves.

Amidst the vibrating snd gyrating throng if onlookers, sat one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen in my life, dressed in a white sheath dress. She had been sitting close to the dungeon’s edge, a man (who I later learned had not been in the wedding party) rubbing her pussy as her head was lolling off to the side, juices trailing down her thighs.

I walked over to her, pushing the man aside, and after making eye contact and seeing her nod up at me, I knelt down and kissed her flooded pussy and then kissed her lips. All in full view of her fiancé, who was desperately trying to get closer to us, but all he could do was desperately watch as his wife licked her own cum off my lips.

I offered her my hand, and helped her into the dungeon space where her husband had cum in my hands only minutes earlier. He looked up at us with intense longing, just wild arousal, desire, and animalistic need coloring his face.

I bade his bride to walk over between his legs and to straddle his cock. I returned to her husband-to-he’s face, and pressed my pussy to it once more. I pulled his bride up and onto his lap. His body shivered and jolted uncontrollably.

I fully freed the Marine’s cock from his boxer briefs and squeezing his cock tightly, guided it into his love’s waiting and oozing pussy as I ground my own across his face.

She rode him slowly, and then when I kissed her parted lips, she began…as if possessed, to fuck him wildly.

I kissed and caressed her tits, pinching her nipples, which caused her to scream. I swallowed her screams further with my kisses, and then after she came on his cock, I withdrew completely.

With her back arched and head thrown back, I undid the straps on the Marine’s upper body and removed the belt from his mouth.

He latched onto his bride in a bruising grip, and they began fiercely fucking before the crowd. No need for words, just crying out in absolute ecstasy.

I winked at Master Adam, whose own arousal was completely evident now, and holding that belt in my hand, I left the club and walked out into the cool night air.

A few years later, I received an invitation at the club to attend a wedding anniversary. It took me a moment to recall, and then I smiled.

My pussy grew wet remembering the incredibly sexy couple, so wrapped up in each other at the end they didn’t notice me at all when I had left that night, their first public fucking, my first night as a domme.

I checked the date on the invite, and though I wasn’t sure if I could make it, I made a mental note to mail them an anniversary present, a simple black belt, complete with teeth marks that had started it all.

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